Who Am I? I’m food, dancing quickly in your stomach. I’m scary movies, scaring little kids. I’m volleyball, being smacked to the ground hard. I’m money, hiding in your pockets. I’m singing, like a messed up record. I’m chocolate milk mustache.
I’m not homework that squishes my backpack together. I’m not shot that stab far down in my arm. I’m not school, cramming things in my head. I’m not a clean room, a place too perfect to live. I’m NOT seafood, being pulled right out of the big, blue sea.
Who Am I?
I’m food, dancing quickly in your stomach.
I’m scary movies, scaring little kids.
I’m volleyball, being smacked to the ground hard.
I’m money, hiding in your pockets.
I’m singing, like a messed up record.
I’m chocolate milk mustache.
I’m not homework that squishes my backpack together.
I’m not shot that stab far down in my arm.
I’m not school, cramming things in my head.
I’m not a clean room, a place too perfect to live.
I’m NOT seafood, being pulled right out of the big, blue sea.